Same Heart, Different ChestThe silence in his armsSame Heart, Different Chest5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spoke all the words
between a thousand years
He told me:
"You could not have forgotten my face."
I am spray painting black doves
on the bellies of his walls,
but his walls were made of paper.
They folded and withered
as paint kissed cardboard barriers;
sleep would have taken me
if invisible entities
didn't pry my eyes awake.
In return, he made the galaxies
churning in my lungs rearrange,
and sideswipe into my heart.
Sixty-four years is too long
for anyone to hold their breath.
Sadomasochist-possessionsI'm in your possession ,Sadomasochist-possessions4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in your personal collection,
a toy for your amusement,
another night with no attachment,
there is no better feeling,
than feeding off my feelings
i guess that's what you get,
when you've forgotten how to forget.
I'm giving my devotion
to all of my emotions,
you play me like an instrument,
made me a complete embarrassment,
Its just another tale of a masochist
who fell in love with a beautiful sadist,
Its the simplest thing in the world,
just remember inside you're dead and cold.
Origami DependenceWe've paved our relationship with molten brick;Origami Dependence6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
then tied our fingers against thunderstruck trees
while prudent street dogs spat selfish lyrics
and served lightly-salted soliloquies.
I cried starshine into your emerald arms,
so you could become the meaningful whisper I'll never hear.
I fell for faithless, plastic charms
in rooms that smelled like smoke, white oak and beer.
Our hearts became rocket ships tied to ribbons,
one crawling on an overstuffed belly; always too far behind
like the sons and daughters of Elias Fitzgibbons
who said we would wed us on Tuesday, that holy bind.
Wicked felt-tipped pens, forging "I love yous."
were like deadswept petals of blueish hues.
Who's Sick?Muffled criesWho's Sick?4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She screamed in whispers
She searched for light
"You're sick, my dear," He whispered, "And so I've brought you here.
I've come to slay your demons and chase away your fears."
She struggles against her binds
She chokes on nothing
"Oh, how I've waited, my sweet," He whispers, "For the day we would finally meet.
I'll protect you. They can no longer hurt you with their cruelty and deceit."
She surrenders the fight
She falls into the black
Can't he see
"I live for you."
Can't you see
"I love you."
Could it be
"I'd die for you."
She can't see
And in the end
He lived for you
Are you watching?
Twilight EssayTwilight is not as important as you think it is.Twilight Essay6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
You know, I could say that and be done with this rant right now. However, its me and well, I actually like to prove my point. I have facts, unlike most who only rant about nonesense. Lets talk about the major problems: Mary Sueness, Cliches, and Grammatical Errors.
Bella is a Mary Sue
No shes not!! Youre wrong!! Youre just jealous cause you arent pretty like her!!11!!!one
Hmm you know, that might work if I didnt know what else to say or have anything to back me up. Lets just see what the dictionary has to say, shall we? (Please note though that the definition of a Mary Sue does vary and has become "muddied".)
A Mary Sue (sometimes just Sue), in literary criticism and particularly in fanfiction, is a fictional character with overly idealized and hackneyed mannerisms, lacking noteworthy flaws, and primarily functioning as wish-fulfillment fantasies for thei
Affliction of GravityWe were spinning in a violent orbit,Affliction of Gravity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragments against a time continuum,
with the shock signals of past events
coursing through our brain waves
and hovering away into unwanted space.
Your spiral fingers clutched twenty-two street lights,
coalescing them into supernovae
to gather their unseen veils of jade.
Our feet, skittering across the worn concrete,
were blazing a new trail of the universe.
The pale glass panels of the skyscrapers
showered down small meteorites,
illumination for our blind and careless eyes.
We'd point to buildings that grazed each star
off sideways perches made from skeleton clouds;
then I'd trill my laugh off sidewalk chalk.
I wanted our love to be like a hurricane on Neptune,
fiercer than Earths fizzing clouds
but dim enough so Galileo only pauses for us.
You wanted our love to be a shooting constellation,
furious and wild at the surface, brightly ablaze
until the gases stopped billowing, the spark diminishing.
There would be no trace of us left on the map.
Edible EscapadesTiger stripesEdible Escapades6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath his skin;
eyes painted moss,
and layered with
backsides of leaves.
Hands slathered mahogany
a film of twigs,
grappling his despondent
don't fight, flight mechanism.
the path of forgotten
This is not what I envisioned.
on nets of spider-silk,
while wading through
a wave of lianas.
When silent screams
our whispered cries.
by elastic bands;
to make sure
no one's defected.
forks and knives, always
with markers in our
in case we get
the urge to color
our fear away.
expandi watchexpand6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
twisting like a burn
on the charcoaled surface of your face.
watch your words
wind through stagnant air
and worm into cracks in the walls
wedging themselves in
i see your tears
illuminated by the traffic outside
and your breath misting on the
cold cold glass.
and in the light
of a wide open, unforgiving moon
i observe your heart
Into the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch8INTO THE DARKInto the Dark:A Marshall Lee and Fionna Fanfic Ch83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Eight: Hannah Abadeer: Ruler of the Nightosphere
The candles were lit against each edge of the five pointed star, which was encased in a circle of white salt. The glow of the flames cast long flickering shadows across the wooden floor of the tree house living room. In the very center of the circle, positioned inside the star, was a bespectacled, ridiculous smiley face that heralded the entrance to the Nightosphere.
Fionna chewed on her lip as she examined her work. She had followed the instructions in her Demon Summoning book to a tee, but her circle was imperfect, which made her nervous. What if it didn’t work? What if she opened a portal that could not be contained? She could literally unleash the leader of a hell onto the unsuspecting citizens of Aaa. But to get to the land of vampires, who else could she summon?
Fionna had never really spoken to Hannah Abadeer without Marshall Lee nearby. Hannah was evil: Soul-sucking, plotting, sadistic evil. Without Ma
Daisy Chain-GangsI find myself ashamedDaisy Chain-Gangs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of my tumbleweed language
and the mountain-esque sea creatures
I drew on my notebooks.
[were vivid flashings
of the nightmares
you made me live]
You carved their marble faces into granite rocks
and washed their sorrows
in the words of your deceitful kings.
[now that weve made paper hearts
out of flesh and bone
I can die healthy and young]
Sparks of the truth crept
from underneath your pressed lips
as you whispered with snakes
tucked into your cheeks.
We are never alone.
this probably isn't about youthis probably is about how the sun was on the opposite side of the sky when i woke up this morning. and how my name looks wrong every time i write it until it's gotten to the point that i'm not even sure how to spell it. it's about how everything has been flying out of my control so that i can't remember how to walk without making a sound. or how to hold on to the edges when my vision gets too blurry. this is almost certainly about how you live one and three fourth miles to the north of me, but i forgot and slept facing the south last night so now i just feel like i turned my back on you.this probably isn't about you6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
but really, this isn't about you.
it's about how i've subscribed to the same three magazines for three years now, and every time i open them i feel like i've seen it all before. and how today is like yesterday and four days before that. it's about how i'm a repeat stuck on repeat, and we're all the same, and i'm drowning in an ocean of these fluid lies and tired eyes. this is maybe, almost completely
A Fiolee Tale Chapter 1"Crap. I didn't think the sun would be rising right now," said Marshal Lee as he turned his head towards the horizon. He had been flying all night and was heading for his house in the water caves. "That stupid rock slide in Blue Rock Pass stalled me and broke my umbrella. Maybe I can find a place to sleep til night." Marshal mumbled to himself. He stopped in the air and scanned the field. He then spotted on shady tree in the distance. "Perfect." He said as he quickly flew towards it. As he got closer, the tree seemed a lot smaller that he thought. He knew he didn't have time to be picky and simply sat under that leaves. Just then, the sun began to rise. "Whew. Just in time." He thought. He slowly leaned against the trunk of the tree and slowly closed his eyes to sleep until sunsetA Fiolee Tale Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Marshal's eyes snapped open from the sound of burning and from the feeling of intense pain on his hand. Wincing and cursing, he held his hand and saw the sun's rays were c
Portal 100 Themes - Sparkle100 Theme Challenge #44 - SparklePortal 100 Themes - Sparkle4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The driving rain thundered angrily against the roof of the tin shed. Underneath the overhang, Chell had collapsed, wet, cold, and exhausted beyond all belief. It had been days since she'd found food, days since she'd slept. She was fortunate enough to find a little stream where fresh water flowed, but the strange creatures that occupied that space - large, bipedal squidlike things that shot sticky, fetid masses of goo - allowed her no rest or reprieve. She didn't want to return to Aperture, to that aggressive AI who wanted her for nothing more than insults and amusement, but deep down she knew she had no other choice.
She had been sitting in the wet mud for several minutes now, inexplicably hesitant to try the door. The shed's overhang offered little protection from the rain, and a cold blast of wind announced the approaching night. Giving a resigning sigh, she raised a weary hand to knock on the metal door, fully aware that GLaDOS's cameras had probab
Adventuress FionnaFOURAdventuress Fionna3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well. There's a problem. I think this is the direction of the Candy Kingdom. I think. And why go and doubt adventurer skills? I know where I'm going. I don't need my sword, I don't need that jerk Marshall. Why'd he do that? Ask if I wanted him, then all of a sudden...he just told me he didn't want to turn me. If I wasn't a vampire...how could I have him? How could I get old and...and...! I slapped the right side of my face. Stupid tears! Degrading! I moaned and stumbled blindly into the dark.
"Fi," a quiet voice. A marshal-voice. "Please, Fi, listen."
"Why?" Oh, glob, he didn't see me crying, did he? Oh, great.
"Because, one, the tree house is that way-" he pointed back in some other direction. Good. At least I might be right about the direction of the Candy Kingdom. "-and two, you never let me explain."
"What the glob, Marshal!" I turned blindly in the dark. "You bring me out here and then you don't want me. that's just not what you do!" I turned again and started walking, my shr
saving hope.tangled within heaven's gilded lies,saving hope.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you sleep choking on the decay of
a thousand perfumed promises
you are a wildfire: something crazed,
something feral, something dying
slowly with every poisoned breath
you are dissolving as fast as you're
forming, leaving silt and cells strewn
haphazardly in your saltwater wake
you are a supernova: igniting the skies,
setting the constellations aflame with
the final beat of your unruly heart
oh, and i am nothing more than a
simple maiden wading into the
murky waters of your destruction
i am nothing more than a foolish
girl attempting to sing hymns that
will lull your demons to sleep
you see, i am trusting i have the
strength to hold your continents
together when i am falling apart
i am hoping i have the faith
to keep your soul from eroding
when i am frayed and fading
i am closing my eyes, opening my heart and
i am praying i can save you from yourself
i am praying i can save you
i am praying
i am praying
Hero BootsI read somewhere that if you're going to dieHero Boots9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you should die with your boots on
and if you do, then your death would MEAN something.
Which doesnt nessecarily mean that if you pull on a pair of rubbers
and get run over by a truck,
you'll get a million dollar funeral service and a plaque somewhere
it just means that if you're brave
and you think with your heart instead of breaking someone elses skull
just to save yours
then you're someone worth writing a poem about.
A month ago, my friend Driver got his head kicked in
Nobody noticed, because it's one less street rat to deal with
it's one less homeless to house
it's some guy, in an alley
who ended up with a skull to the curb
and grey matter leaving a red splatter on the cement
it wasnt on the news that he was a hero
because he stood his ground and remained non-violent
when this guy punched him cause he didnt have any cash
to feed his crack habit
Because Driver isnt that kind of hero
and cest la vie
because humanity is LIKE THAT.
Adventuress FionnaTWOAdventuress Fionna3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The next night...
Cake pulled the brush through my hair again. "Cake, are you sure...I can't just wear my hat?"
"No, Fi, he said it was a formal. Didn't you hear a thing PG said?" Cake shook her head at me and sa the brush down. She was wearing a silky bow around her neck. I wore a light blue dress I didn't know I owned. It tied around my waist and fell to my knees, where it was cut in layers. How could I adventure in this? As if reading my mind, Cake sighed. "Fionna, lemme talk to you about somethin'." She grew to twice her size and picked my up by my waist and sat me on the couch. She stretched over and sat beside me. "No running off and adventuring. Gumball is serious about you. He really likes you." I blushed. I liked Gumball for, no, since I was thirteen. Why did he care about me now? I still dreamed of him. I still thought about him. But why now? I pulled on the ears of my hat in my lap.
"Okay," I said with effort, "no running off. Can I wear my hat?"
"No," Cake smiled, "let'
My lifeI'm all alone in the darkness with Heavy rock Music on. My room is full of drawings Drawings that will never come true, the drawings are my dreams and the happy drawings. I can never be like them. I wanted to change Change like other people does. I want to change everything. I wanted to change my life, my look and even my emotionality. But I don't know how. When I look at those drawings Every one tear drops. I wanted to erase them. I wanted to erase my drawing style But how can I? How can I erase my drawing style?My life5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I have full of anger, hate, suffering and fear in me. No one really noticed. I'm the only one who's always noticing how my family and friends are like. I wanted to let my anger out but I don't know how. I tried to let my hate out but no one listen. I wanted to let my suffering out but no one is there for me. I wanted to let my fear out but I don't have enough friends. Everyday I cried. Everyday I feared my life. Everyday I hated people. My anger is bui
hello, beautiful.these are the times i will always remember:hello, beautiful.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
walking through crowded coffee shops to see you sitting in the corner, steaming cups on the table and bright eyes lighting up the room. hellos tripping over my tongue, shy glances and bitten lips, toes curling in my shoes. hearing your baritone voice for the first time, tying my lips into knots as i fumbled over the introductions.
sitting on my bed, shaking the walls with laughter, your arms holding me close into the curve of your body. driving with the windows down while holding hands, the wind painting butterflies on my neck.
not knowing a thing about you but wanting to pick up the candle and explore. finding the most breathtaking mosaics on hidden walls, you taking my hand and laying it against your scars. your trust that i wouldn't break them open, promises sealed with virgin lips.
i will remember the anxiety and the fears and the wonder. i will remember the dreaming and doubt and finding answers that only birthed more questions. i will r
we are a sunrise.we are no more than a softly whispered if.we are a sunrise.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
we are smoke rings in the dark, soap bubbles on the lip of the water. we are bright eyes and shy fingers touching through the veil of introductions. we are racing side by side down separate book aisles, not calling out to one another but comforted in the echo of each others' pulse. we are strangers who aren't strange to one another at all, promises scrawled in folded pieces of paper, slipped under door cracks in the middle of the night.
possibilities are glowing iridescent between us, eyes overbright as we dance circles around one another. we're shoved into rooms filtered with sundust, lips praying as palms, fingers caught into oil-dark curls and tracing faintly dimpled cheeks. futures are unwound on the spin of a syllable, one second breaking everything we thought we knew about how our lives would go.
whole existences are leaping forward from the shadows with the power of a freight train, knocking out everything we've ever known to be
Dear MummyDear Mummy,Dear Mummy5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know you say, I'll always be your little girl but mum, I feel like your little boy. My penis is small and undeveloped, I lack a sack and I guess, when the doctors saw me, they assumed I was meant to be a girl. I'm not meant to be a girl, my mind screams male, while my body is trapped between being a woman and a man, and it would've been nice if my mind and body could agree on something as my gender. If I could and I've tried, I would be the "girl" the doctors' told you, you had but like life, I didn't turned out as you'd have expected, I put you through hell as a teen and even now, I'm still causing problems, even thought I don't mean to. Living life as a woman has been difficult, I felt like I was trapped in my own drag queen clothing and couldn't get out of it, even thought I was finished with pretending to be something that I wasn't. I'm trying to be myself now, I might come home crying because I felt humiliated, and I hate how people make a big deal about "correcting"
Adventuress FionnaSIXAdventuress Fionna3 years ago in Romance More Like This
For the second time this week I woke up dazed and sleepy on my couch. I must've changed last night into my adventuring attire...and there was Marshall hovering above me, sucking the red from strawberries and tossing them back into the container on the table. I watched, until he sensed my awakening and hovered down inches above my face. I could feel his breath and still he smelled of the sweet red fruit.
"Good morning," Marshall frowned slightly, "actually it's almost sunset." Immediately he smiled and tossed and floated up, dropping a strawberry drained of color on my stomach. "You should eat, too," he nodded, smiling. "We have to plan something big for today."
"Why?" I sat up on my elbows, wrapping my fingers around the strawberry. "What's today?" I popped the strawberry in my mouth, and it was still sweet and good, just an odd pale-sick white. I looked up at him.
"Last time I checked, it's nothing more than an ordinary day." He gazed out the window. "But of course, Gum
i'd hate her if i could.anastasia is beautiful in the way of twilight on the rio grande and doves flying from caged fingers.i'd hate her if i could.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
anastasia is lovely with smoke-grey eyes, black-pearl-hair and a laugh that unfurls like fog. she is cunning with a witty tongue and spends her afternoons pirouetting across sunstruck-wooden-floors. she has a horizon-mouth thats molded into curved lines around piano-teeth and can make a violin weep with clever fingers.
and i am running late with a coffee stain on my wrinkled shirt and a scar on my bottom lip from putting my nose where it didnt belong. i am tripping over my own feet and dropping my purse and shoving back my wildly curling hair with dry, calloused hands.
i am here with my too-large mouth asking too many questions and painting the world with just enough cynical humor to make the romanticism shrivel in the corner. i am sitting on the pier but when im watching the ocean, im not thinking about how its turning into rain to splatter on orchids. you